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Johnny can't dance.
"It's no use, Maman," said Johnny on Saturday afternoon. "I'm just no good at dancing."
His mother made a clucking sound. "Cher," she said, "I showed you over and over. You got to keep trying." "But--" "Tonight will be different, you'll see. Try a turn with that pretty Lisette Theriot. I've known her mama since the second grade." Johnny sighed and went outside, banging the screen door b...See the full content of this document
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